2:0!
Wu Lei, who had scored, quickly ran toward Tang Ye.
Jump up!
"Vamos!!!!"
Wu Lei and Escribá shouted together, as if they had returned to their days at Yellow Submarine.
A glance at the clock.
It was only the 15th minute of the first half.
"Mm... You can see that the China national football team still has a pretty major advantage right now!"
"Yeah. After all, in terms of starting lineup value, the China national football team is miles ahead of Vietnam."
Just as the China national football team began celebrating, the live possession figures appeared in the lower-left corner of the screen.
CHN: 71%.
The advantage really was obvious to the naked eye.
Dongqiudi erupted in praise, believing that China had basically secured victory in this match.
"Be more careful on the flanks!"
Escribá had not completely shaken off his nerves.
"Hey! Don't be nervous!"
Tang Ye spread his hands. "We'll score more!"
"This isn't about scoring goals!"
Escribá grumbled, "You have too many problems. The flanks are a problem, everything is a problem, so many problems!"
"..."
Sigh!
Tang Ye waved a hand.
Mr. Ferran had always coached European teams, and he was still judging the China national football team by European standards. Naturally, it was hard for him to accept that his team had so many weaknesses.
Poor Mr. Ferran.
He would get used to it!
44th minute!
Receiving Wang Shenchao's pass, Tang Ye pointed toward Vietnam's goal before unleashing a soaring shot.
"Wow!!!"
Wei Shihao made a diagonal run forward.
"Great chance!"
"Beautiful!"
"3:0!"
Without controlling the ball, Wei Shihao poked it into the net.
The gap widened once again!
The cameras immediately turned to Vietnam's manager on the bench.
The visiting coach's eyes were vacant, as though he had been completely stunned by the